Secret training today.

Test run through for the haze contingency training program. Frickin shack.

I can't remember when the last time I trained alone was.

I usually hate it, because its hella boring.

But today, I remembered.

How hard and often I trained by myself like this in the past. Always asking myself if I deserved what I was aiming for, and pushing even harder when I knew the dissapointing answer.

Not good enough.

Still too weak.

Last time, I expected so much out of them because I expected much more from myself. but somewhere along the line, I forgot this.

But not anymore. This may be the last time.

No matter how well aimed, or how fine the feathers and shaft of the arrow is; if the tip is not the sharpest and hardest point, it may hit the target, but not penetrate it.

Onward to new heights.